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THE CHRISTMAS BRIGADES.
Blare o' the trumpet and roll o' the drum,
A glitter of littlo tin Modes,
And, led hy their cute little captains, they
come—
The curly haired Christmas brigades!
Was ever an army so fair to view?
And It's marching straight to the hearts
of you!
What shall we <lo 'gainst an army like
this.
That Is Most of the angels above?
tt comes hut to challenge a mother's sweet
kiss.
And Its beautiful banner ts love!
Sure, never was army so fair to view,
f)r marched so straight to tho hearts of
you!
Come on with the trumpet, the little toy
drum!
Come on with the little tin blades!
Our hearts heat a welcome and ery to
you, "Pome,
Oh, curly haired Christmas brigades!"
"omo 011. Utile heroes In gray and in blue,
And we'll capture and kiss every soldier
of you!
—F. L. Stanton.
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BRAVE LITTLE \
iin am
It wasn't so very happy to begin
with. Christmas eve was a littlo dreary.
Maggie only hummed a carol because
it was moro her way to sing than to
cry, and tho carol was the only thing
sho could think of just then. It was
the first carol she had ever learned. She
could remember just how sweet her
mother had looked while teaching it to
her aud Jimruie, tho brother, who
would keep his seventh Christmas to
morrow—keep it in heaven, sho thought,
with a gleam of sorrowful joy. The
dear mother who was iu tho hospital
aow, whose Christmas would bo spout
in a whitewashed ward, clean, bright
and tender, with kindly care, but still
not so bright as tho littlo attic room
would havo been if only sho could have
been there. Maggio's soug grew very
queer at this point of her reflections,
and her voice was a trifle unsteady, hut
3ho persisted in humming "It came
upon tho midnight clear," and even
smiled a littlo as sho laid down tho
rheap littlo doll sho had boon dressing
.'or Sweetie, tho dear littlo sister who
was lior darling, and who was now
being cared for by kind friends of licr
mother's youth.
In another moment she was dashing
down newspaper alley at full speed, el
bowing her way a trifle more gently
than tho averago habitue of that far
famed locality, but pushing to tho front
with a dogged resolution nono the less,
and no sooner had the bunch of papers
which came in answer to her warcry of
"Twonty-fivo specials—throw 'em
along quiok, Jimmio!" readied her
arms, than she was off with a bound,
and a cry of "Papiersl Papiors! Here
is yer extry!" which sounded startliug
ly loud and harsh to come from that
girlish throat. Down Mason street she
flew, anxious to roaoh tho "stand"
which tho boys of that corner had unan
imously ceded to her with rough chiv
alry when sho had first appeared upon
the sceno, timid, nervous, afraid to cry
her wares. Sho was the first of all tho
crowd to reach State streot. "Papier,
papier! Hero is yer extry 1 All about
the accident at Borrioboola Gha!" she
shrieked in tho voice which would have
been sweet and clear but for its hard
treatment and out of doors use, or rather
abuso, and a queer little smile curved
the corners of her mouth as sho gave
vent to her peculiar "trademark," as
the "other boys" were wont to call the
odd name which invariably closod her
exhovtatiou to buy an evening paper.
That exclamation had quite a history.
When Maggie had been driven by her
moth r's illness and tbo want of food
in tin homo cupboard to try paper sell
ing, tho had been afraid to cry loudly,
and her conscience, home taught and
tendei. had forbidden her to invent
news t.nnouuccments after tho fashion of
others of her "porfesb." For some days
she ha 1 sold very littlo in consequence,
and th i capital she had each morning
invested in papers seemed in a fair way
to be lost, when Irish Pat, the tough
est boy in the gang, had taken her to
hisheait aud shown berths mistake
which spoiled her sales.
"Yer dou't kuowuothin, yor don't,"
he had said contemptuously, striding
along by her side with an exaggerated
imitation of the walk of the laßt actor
he had admired from the "peanut heav
en" of the Academy and keeping level
with her as she dejeotedly started
homeward, crying softly and wiping
the tears away with her ragged but
clean handkerchief.
"Yer too bloomin scared," be said,
again copying tho Academy actor, both
in speech aud gesticulation, "an yer'll
never do no good till yer makes yer roar
more like a better feller than yerself."
He paused aud looked at Maggie ex
pectantly, but Maggie had no idea that
the "better foiler" was Pat himself,
ind she never dreamed that the pause
should bavo been filled with a compli
ment, well deserved, in Pat's opinion,
:so she said nothing, and the boy took
up his parable again.
"Now, this yer's the way yer calls,"
be said, imitating hor weak little cry
to the life, "an this yer's the way yer
jughter yell." Aud he let out a shout
of "Paper bore! Paper! All about tho
great fire on tho west side! Many lives
lost 1 Nineteen firemen go down in tho
rains!" which startlod Maggie and
rang down tho street for a block or
more.
Maggie Boon found this to be true, if
she was to equal tho sales of the other
paper sellers. But still, as has beon
aid, her conscience rebelled against tho
deceit. So sho decided with one of tho
compromises possible only to innocent
souls upon inventing a cry about an
•fveat which could not possibly happen,
ami, having read "Bleak House," she
chose the words "Borrioboola Cilia" as
her "mar." She said nothing to her
mother of all this, although the strug
gle iu her mind was long and severe,
and she longed sorely for sympathy and
advice. She had grown so accustomed
to using the "yell" that she no longer
thought of it at all. Sho called out tho
long word as she did that of "Paper!"
and it hud no more significance to her.
Hilton this particular day, this dreary
Christmas eve, as sho stood mechanical
ly repeating it, thinking meanwhile of
tho added pleasure for her mother and
Sweetio which every penny meant, she
was startled by a light touch on her
shoulder and -turned her head to see a
kindly face looking down into hers.
"Whero do you say tho accident hap
pened?" queried tho tall, pleasant faced
man who owned the hand which still
lay on her aim. "Did you say Borrio
boola Glia? 1 have hoard a great many
qnoer cries used by newsboys," ho said
with a whimsical smile at tho pretty
face, which bent away from him, "but
yours is tho most peculiar I havo ever
known. Did you borrow it from Dick
ens?"
"Yes, sir," shu whispered, blushing
still deeper, Mid hurrying breathlessly
into hei explanation. "Yes, sir. You
see, tho boys said I'd have to make up
a roar if I was going to sell papers, and
I thought that was honest anyway."
"Poor little kid!" ho thought later,
as ho heard her erv ring out under
his window aR lio sat in his comfortable
room at the hotel. "Poor little kid! I
wish I could do something for her. Sho
reminds me of Jennie, somehow. Poor
Jennie!" And in reveries of his dear,
lost sight of sister he forgot all about
Maggie, and thought 110 moro of her
until he heard her again tho noxt morn
ing—Christmas morning.
"Not a cheerful day for a fellow
who'H got nothing hut money to help
him enjoy himself, and 110 on to share
that with," ho thought as he dressed
slowly, drearily, for tho day promised
to bo long and barren. "I® I only had
Jennie and her babies to help 1110 out.
By Jove!" and lie quickened his move
ments with a look of sudden interest,
"I'll hunt up Littlo Borrioboola Gba
and give her a jolly Christmas. Sho
looks as though it wouldn't do her any
harm, and I can 'play pretender," as
Jennie's baby used to say, play that she
is ouo of Jennie's children."
Hastily completing his toilet, ho dis
posed of a hearty breakfast, his pulses
quickening as ho thought of the pleas
tiro which lay before him, the pleasure
of giving happiness to another, the one
pleasure which neither the world, tho
flesh, nor tho devil has the power to
mar or spoil.
Meanwhile the object of his thoughts
laid finished selling her papers the night
before and gone slowly homeward, re
sisting the temptation to stay out in
the brilliantly lighted streets because
of her mother's well remembered re
quest to this effect, and after buying as
much candy and fruit for Sweetie as
was consistent with saving a few pen
nies to buy a flower to go to tho hos
pital with her and the baby tomorrow
afternoon and laying enough away to
buy her Btock the next day she had got
straight into bed.
When she awoke, it was broad day
light, the shining light of Christmas
day, which has never seemed quite like
that of ordinary days since that first
wondrous dawn nearly 1,900 years ago,
and she sprang up with the sweet
Christmas joy in her heart and face, in
spite of her aching toes and lonely con
dition.
"Now for a cup of coffeo and a I
doughnut," she thought as sho hurried- I
ly fastened her garments, "and then for !
my papers."
"Well, Little Borrioboola Gha," said
the samo kindly voice which had greet
ed her the day before, "merry Christ
mas to you."
"Same to you, sir," she answered
shyly, glancing up at hint with the eyes
which reminded him so forcibly of his
sister. "Paper, sir?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so," he re- !
spouded, reaching in his pocket for a if 1
bill. "How aro you going to spend
your Christmas?"
"I'm going to the hospital to seo
mamma after I get through selling,"
said Maggie, who, with a child's quick
intuition, had divined that this was a
man to he trusted. "And I'm going to
take Sweetio with me."
"Who is Swootie?" was tbo next
question, asked with a sympathetic iu
touation which somehow expressed all
tho kindly words he did not say about
her mother. And Maggie, whoso heart
opened easily to any ono who used the
key of "Sweetio" wherewith to unlock
it, grow talkative nt once.
"Sweetie's my sister," she prattled,
forgetting her wares in the joy of tell
ing her love to some ono. '' My baby
sister. And she's been specially mine
over since mamma got sick and had to
go to the hospital. Auntie and Uncle
Stowart have got her now," she went
on, not noticing the start the gentleman
gave, "but I'm going to get her back to
live with us just as soon as mamma can
come home.''
"Is Auntie Stewart your real aunt?"
queried her listener, a strange interest
in his tone and manner. "And what is
your mamma's name?"
"No. Auntie Stewart is an old friend
of mamma's and papa's," answered
Maggie, tuckiftg her papers moro tight
ly under her arm, "and mamma's name
is Jennie Brownell."
"Jennie Brownell!" gasped the man
at her side, grasping her arm so tightly
that the tender flesh was bruised. "Jen
nie Brownell 1 And what was your
.papa's name?"
''Papa's uamo was Arthur Brownell,''
said Maggie, wondoring more and more
at this man's odd behavior. "But he's
been dead a long, long time, and mam
ma took care of us until she got sick
and I was big enough."
"You big enough," exclaimed her
listener excitedly. "You big enough,
you poor baby! Why, how old aro yon?"
"I'm just 18," said Maggie proudly,
"and, indeed, sir, I'm big enough.
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Wl.y, I've taken care of ns for nearly n
year now, and Sweetie would ratlier
stay with mo than with Auntie Stewart.
I give hor such nice things to eat," she
finished innocently.
"To say nothing of the lovo you evi
dently lavish upon hor," murmured the
gentleman to himself. "Well, Little
Borrioboola Gha, what do you say to a
change? I think you must ho my niece."
"Oh, then you must bo Uuclo Jack,"
said Maggie, accepting this now and
wonderful state of affairs with a child's
innocent faith and belief in all things
wonderful and bright and good. "Yes,
you do look like mamma. She's talked
of you so muck that I feol I quito know
you," she added quaintly.
"You're not going to sell papers any
more," said her uncle, as they crossed
the streot to his hotel. "And now for a
merry Christmas. It won't bo possible
to do anything about clothes today,"
with a rueful look at Maggie's gar
ments, "but we'll do something nice
anyway. Whnt hospital did you say
yoni mother was at?"
"St. Luke's," answered Maggio,
smiling as happily as though the griefs
of the morning had never troubled her.
"Are you going to see hor too?"
"Yes," said Uncle Jack, smiling
down at the eager face, "we're going
there right away, but we'll stop and
buy somo flowers first."
And they set forth, only to find dis
appointment awaiting them at tho hos
pital. Mrs. Brownell had left tho hos
pital that morning in tho care of a
strange gentleman who had brought a
carriage for her.
"Was it Uncle Stewart?"asked Mag
gie, and the kindly girl hesitated be
fore replying, catching tho busy uurso
as she turned away.
"Uncle Stowart!" she said at length.
"Tho old gentleman who came hero
with her and sometimes brings tho lit
tle girl? No, it was a much younger
man."
"Did luumuia know him?" nskeil
Maggie, with a shade of sadness darken
ing hor expressive face in a manner
which did not escape lier nuelo's notice,
and again the good natured nurse staid
her steps to reply.
"Yes," sho said, with a pleasant, if
hasty, smile, "sho was delighted to see
him and went with him at once."
Maggie turned away sadly, a tear
falling 011 her thabby frock, and sho
did not refuse tl.a comforting ptessuro
of her uncle's hand as they walked
down tbo long ward together.
"Let's go to Sweetie," suggested her
uncle, with u view to distracting lier.
After making inquiries and finding that
Mrs. Brownell bad left no address Mag
gie, wbo felt that ali was sad
and her doll stuffed lyith sawdust with
a vengeance, assented drearily.
"Mayhosho'll bo gone, too," sho said
mournfully, her lip quivering with a
pitiful sorrow, as thoy stepped into tho
carriage again, and sho did not speak
again until the horses drew up at Mrs.
Stewart's door. Her uuclo lifted her
out. Sho sprang up the stairs and rang
the bell, and then—then the world re
sumed its normal coloring, and her doll
was once moio worth loving, for Sweetie
had leaped to her arms, and there in
the hall behind was mamma.
"Jack!" she said softly after kissing
Maggie frantically. "Well, this must
be Easter day instead of Christmas.
Two resurrections from tho dead!" and
she drew his attention to another man
who had seized upon Maggie as she re
leased her nnd was embracing her as
though he would never lot her go again.
"My darling! My own little girl I"
ho kept repeating, and it suddenly
dawned upon Maggio that it must be her
papa, alivo again in some wonderful,
mysterious, Christmas kind of way
and come back to care for her and mam
ma and Sweetie.
"Wo won't waste tirno upon long ex
planations now," said this gentleman
as ho put Maggio down at last. "I liavo
been prostrated by an accident which
caused 1110 to lose my memory until a
week ago and my name was mistakenly
sent to Jennie hero," indicating his
wifo by a tender glance, "as among
those killed by tho collision which only
injured my brain. When my memory
returned to mo, I made all speed to
como back to her, and not being ablo to
find the smallest traco of hor I thought
of dear old Aunt and Uncle Stewart. I
knew they would bo kind to my poor
darlings. And then I went to the hos
pital and bronght her away. Wo never
thought of Maggie going there so early,
and I was to wait for her there this
afternoon. Wo hardly knew how to
reach her soouor."
"Well, I lost all trace of you all
while I was out west," said Undo
Jack, taking possession of Maggie
again, "and I only fouud this little girl
by the morest acoideut." And ho lifted
Maggio lovingly to his knee, for they
had reached tho parlor by this time.
And after that? Well, it was Christ
mas day, and all the stores wore closed,
but money will do a great deal, and it
wasn't long before Auntie Stewart's
scantily filled larder was plentifully
supplied, and an immense turkey wus
roasting in tho oven.
And when tho dinner had been eaten
and everybody had told everybody else
how glad and happy and surprised they
were they sat close together and made
plans for the future, lovely, wonderful
plans, which seemed almost too good to
come true. But they did come true,
many of thom, and, the best of all, per
haps, was Uncle Jack's plan for Maggie.
"This littlo girl is going to bo a beau
tiful Einger by and by," he said, with
a tender good night kiss as he carried
her up to tho little attic room Auutio
Stewart had insisted upon tbeir using
for tho night, while papa followed with
Sweetie, "to Eay nothing of being a
noble woman if she grows up as bravo
and unsellish as she is now. I noticed
how strong and sweot her voice bade
fair to be tho moment I heard her giv
ing the 'roar' which astonished me so
much. And I am going to see that it
has the best of training. And my pet
name for her will always bo 'Little
Borrioboola Gha.' " —Chicago Inter
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ful buoyancy reign, and life puts on. a
new and hopeful phase. 35 cents.—3£.
Sold by C. A. Kleim.
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